Well I'm sure I tried to pull back.

I'm not really sure. I'm not really sure how well I'm thinking right at this moment. Either way Chris doesn't give me time for indignation. The "How dare you" face I'm trying to give has the perfect "fuck my throat" gaping jaw.

He either planned this perfectly, or I really am that easy (likely both). He thrusts his hips forward and holds my head tightly in place. The back of my throat quickly meets the head of his prick. I gag hard and immediately hack up phlegm all over him. He lets me wrench back, but not far enough to get him out of my mouth. I hardly get a second to breath before he thrusts again, and again and again. I shut my eyes and try to stick out my tongue. If you'd asked I would have agreed that I'm a size queen, but nobody has ever said it to my face. It really turned me on.

"I kind of expected more."